The Wrong Idea

She was beautiful. The most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She could have been a goddess, honestly. Her clear ivory skin and green eyes were all too striking for me to look away.


She was talking to a group of guys, her head thrown back in laughter about something they were discussing. Oh, how I wish I could have been closer to hear what it was that made her laugh like that.


However, I could never get the opportunity. She was clearly straight, so how could I ever tell her that I was smitten with her? She was like the forbidden fruit from the garden of Eden: alluring, but capable of the ultimate heartache.


I moved my gaze to the clock on the wall. It was coming to the end of my lunch break, a measly hour of a 10 hour shift. I moved off the chair and headed for the lift, ready to go back to work. Not before I stole one last glance of the siren that had caught my heart in just one simple melodic laugh though. I vowed to myself that I would marry a girl just like her one day.


The lift arrived and I got in. I didn’t know that someone had followed me into the lift until I turned around. Then I saw her. She was smiling at the ground, and tucking her dark hair behind her ear.


“Hey,” she said. Her voice was perfect, almost like an angelic note that only she could reach.


I waved back, unable to speak, unable to find the words I wanted to tell her.


“So, this may be a bit forward, and maybe you don’t want to…” she trailed off, and she ferociously twirled the piece of hair she had previously pushed behind her ear.


“What is it?” I asked.


“It’s just, you’re so pretty. I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a drink after work.”


I was awestruck. Did she really ask me out? Her? The most amazingly beautiful woman I had ever met in my life?


I was so dumbfounded I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was stand there blubbering, unable to comprehend what was actually happening.


She looked at the floor, embarrassment sweeping across her face in a hot flash. “Never mind,” she said, shaking her head. “I didn’t expect you to say yes anyway.”


Suddenly we arrived at her floor. I grabbed her arm as she went to step off the lift, and pulled her closer to me.


“I’d love to go for a drink with you,” I blurted out. “I just didn’t think you’d be interested in me, or even noticed me for that matter.”


“Of course I did,” she said. Then, without any warning at all, she kissed me. In that moment I knew that I had found perfection.

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